humility

i pass the arrant passage,
the arrant passage
of time, but I never think
‘WTF!’ – I never think that –
that’s a kind of humility
that’s like glutinous turds sitting
on lips of bowls for clearing up
later

later – no – now – cuz dreams are urgent

but enuff – wait –

i pass the arrant passage,
the arrant passage
od whine, but also not so,
but also wine – that kind of wine,
that’s not screaming or gleaming
but just an honest message
like actually you know
you hurt me, you fucking do,
like saying simply
eyes dry – oh so dry –
ykw I cannot live with
hatred or designing
or scrorn or veridisimilitude ...
I scarficised my life for you
and what the fucking fuck do you do?